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Contributed by Davinah on Thursday, 13th October 2005 @ 03:13:42 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



How am I supposed to tell you
When I am lost for words.
When Ive never learnt how to express my feelings.
When Ive never known a gentle touch.
When Ive never wanted anyone to mark my soul
and carve their name into my heart

When my heart has never been open,
but closed off from external threat,
and locked away deep in its dungeon,
safe from hurt and pain.
My heart,
ruled by the mind and protected
by my unwillingness to learn how to love
Never ever, I swore, would my heart be moved

For better or for worse.
Slowly but surely,
I built the wall that became my prison.
I seem cold and aloof to the outside world,
but deep down inside I am drowning
in the flood of confusion and doubt
of which I alone am its creator.
The puddle of dark emotions became bigger
as the years went by.
Now forming a stormy ocean, where the winds
they freely rage and howl

The time has come
for me to release myself
from the strain that Im under,
and free myself from these chains.
The time has come
to open up this rusted prison gate
and finally let you in

You are where I begin
and love is where it should end
You should be the one by whom I will be saved
You should be where my life will start,
You should be my graceful ending

How, oh how am I supposed to tell you
When I am drowning




Copyright © Davinah ... [ 2005-10-13 03:13:42]
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Re: How... (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 13th October 2005 @ 03:32:01 AM AEST
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Very sad but written extremely well.
huggs,
emy


Re: How... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 23rd August 2006 @ 11:57:49 AM AEST
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sad, but beautiful in a crying sort of way. written wonderfullly, i love it!

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